Fangzheng smiled. "Then I'll have to try it."
Seeing that Fangzheng didn't mind and was even in high spirits, Ji Xiang and Ji Han heaved a sigh of relief, as though they were afraid that they would neglect a guest like Fangzheng.
Fangzheng was very satisfied with this. Sometimes, what the dish was wasn't important. What was most important was the thought.
However, the moment the tofu entered his mouth, Fangzheng gave a thumbs up. The taste was primitive, just the fragrance of tofu. However, it was this primitive fragrance that was very difficult to eat in the outside world.
The staple food of the Lahu race was also rice, but Ji Han had made porridge in the morning. Fangzheng didn't know what Ji Han had added, but the porridge was green and sticky, but it was very fragrant. It was paired with some sour radish heads. The radish was only the size of a thumb, and it was as white as jade. It was crunchy and sour, and it was very appetizing.
Fangzheng didn't eat the other dishes, especially the plate of chicken. It was filled with chili peppers. Fangzheng silently chanted Amitabha when he saw it.
Ji Xiang looked at Fangzheng's fearful look and pursed her lips into a smile. "Brother Changfeng, in our Lahu race, we can't do anything without chili peppers. However, I saw that you didn't eat chili peppers last night, so I made some without chili peppers. I didn't expect you to really not eat it … "
Ji Han said in surprise, "You don't eat chili peppers? How can you live without chili peppers? You won't be able to eat it either. "
Fangzheng said, "China's dishes are sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty, and smelly. There are people who love all sorts of flavors. It's not strange that you don't eat spicy food. However, you Lahu race seem to be good at eating spicy food. "
Ji Han chuckled. "Uncle Iron said that the chili peppers of the Lahu race are like oil of the Han people. It means that to the Lahu race, chili peppers are like oil of the Han people. Without chili peppers, there's no way to eat. "
Fangzheng was amazed when he heard that. At the same time, he was proud of China's multi-ethnic culture. It seemed that any race had their own characteristics in their culture. They could light up a corner of the world.
However, when he heard the words "Uncle Iron," Fangzheng thought of the bag of money and Li Xi. His originally good mood was gone.
Fangzheng didn't say a word. The siblings didn't speak much either. The meal was quickly finished. Fangzheng packed his things and eventually went to find Uncle Iron.
"Oh, it's Chang Feng. How come you have the time to come visit me?" Uncle Tie had been fiddling with his wind furnace since early in the morning. Uncle Tie was not surnamed Tie, but Li. Fangzheng did not know the surname of the Lahu race either. His nickname, Uncle Iron, came about because he was the only blacksmith in the village. However, as Uncle Iron grew older, he could no longer wield the iron hammer. In addition, the farming tools sold outside were cheap and easy to use, so he stopped selling them.
However, Uncle Iron, who had been crafting for his entire life, was still unwilling to give up. Every day, he would fiddle with the bellows and touch the iron hammer to kill time.
"Uncle Iron, I know Li Xi."
Uncle Iron was taken aback, then he smiled and said, "So you're Xi's friend! No wonder I found you so pleasing to the eye. Come, come and sit. Tell me how Xi is doing outside. It's been a long time since he sent a letter home. "
Just as Uncle Iron was speaking, a little girl ran out of the house. The little girl had pigtails and looked very cute. The moment the little girl came, she hugged Uncle Iron's leg and looked at Fangzheng with a little fear.
Fangzheng smiled at her, and she hid behind Uncle Iron in fright.
Following that, a woman walked out of the room and said with a smile, "Girl, come back quickly. Don't disturb Grandpa's conversation with a guest."
The girl didn't leave. The woman ran over and smiled apologetically at Fangzheng. She carried the girl next door to play.
Seeing the mother and daughter walk out, Fangzheng's heart sank. He knew that the Lahu race here was different from the Lahu race outside. The Lahu race outside already had their own economic system. Be it tourism or other aspects, they could be on equal footing with other races.
However, the Lahu race here still lived the life passed down by their ancestors. However, with the outflow of young people, they could no longer continue hunting. Many families actually relied on their clansmen who went out to work to support their families.
In Uncle Iron's family, Li Xi was the family pillar. Now that the family pillar had fallen, this family …
"Did something happen to Xi?" Uncle Iron was an experienced person after all. Although he was old, his mind wasn't old. Seeing Fangzheng remain silent and hesitant, he had already guessed what had happened. The smile on his face turned serious, and there was deep worry in his seriousness.
Fangzheng nodded. "Yeah …"
Then, Fangzheng didn't know what he said. When he walked out of Uncle Iron's house, all he saw was Uncle Iron's bright eyes. They instantly lost their luster, leaving behind only bitterness! There were no tears, no wailing, but the silent gaze made Fangzheng feel even worse.
At that moment, Li Xi's wife returned with Niu in her arms. She greeted Fangzheng with a smile and invited him to her house for dinner. Fangzheng rejected her bitterly, and she wore a puzzled look.
But not long after, sorrowful cries came from Uncle Iron's house. The cries tore apart the peace of the Lahu race, making everyone's hearts ache.
"Brother Chang, Brother Li …?" Ji Han ran into Fangzheng's room and asked in disbelief.
Fangzheng nodded.
Ji Han and Ji Xiang's tears instantly flowed down. Ji Xiang cried. "How is that possible? Brother Li is such a good person. He even gave me cake last year … Boohoo … "
Fangzheng didn't say a word. The tragedy had already happened, and he was thinking about how he could prevent it from happening again!
On this day, the entire village was deathly silent …
Only when night fell did Fangzheng suddenly hear the sound of a lusheng coming from outside. It was very soft, so soft that ordinary people couldn't hear it. However, Fangzheng's hearing was extremely good, so he heard it clearly.
Fangzheng pushed open the door and walked in the direction of the sound. When he walked into a bamboo forest, Fangzheng saw a white-haired elder sitting there, blowing the lusheng towards the northeast as though he was calling for something …
Fangzheng took a closer look and saw that the white-haired elder was none other than Uncle Iron!
All of Uncle Iron's hair had turned white in a single day! The wrinkles on his face looked like they had been cleaved by an ax. They were so deep that it made one's heart ache!
He closed his eyes and blew the lusheng. Fangzheng could feel his pain and longing, but it was mostly a calling!
Fangzheng subconsciously wanted to activate A Golden Millet Dream and let Uncle Iron see his son in his dream to fulfill his dream. But the moment he raised his hand, Fangzheng put it down … A dream was a dream. If he couldn't let it go, there would be even more pain after the dream.
Of course, Fangzheng could get Li Xi to coax the elder through a dream … But what would happen after that?
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